Your goodness runs like a River through our bodies— Refreshing dry throats, Quenching parched bones, Nourishing us down to our toes....

You were made for my left hip Legs hugged around my side Tethered to a safe place Like your shelter inside Bones shifted, Hips widened...

Love is in the morning When you wake up and smile at me Love is in the morning When you wake up early crying Love is going slow As we...

In November, I had the honor of having my poem "Un-Cursory" featured in the Ministry in an Angry Culture Hendricks Center Conference, and...

The first in a series of poems on "Why I Write."

This poem highlights themes of spirituality and silence.

Symbols are just symbols? But symbols have meaning Symbols are not an end But they can be a meeting Place where we knock On the door to...

“I don’t really get poetry.” “Poetry is hard to understand.” “Poetry doesn’t make sense to me.” “Why can’t they just say what they mean?”...

Hands conceal Hands reveal Hands murder Hands grapple with the soul His hands want to breathe free Exposed in the light of his lover, But...

I’ll write you a poem And dig deep in To the depths of soul Find rhyme to reason Like light in a hole I crawl in caverns In blind...

Grace is hot, honey-sweetened tea Running down my raw throat Coating the dry, sore spots. Grace is my body thrust Out of a cool, still...

We cycle on rhythms That never repeat We find our hurry With us, begins We toss out the bottle We’re done with the breast Shed leaves in...

Back to the womb The feeling of safe Away from the tomb And doom and gloom We just wanna go back To the place we first grew Where we...